roomful of voiceless conversation
limbs: …we feel so heavy…we can’t move…not even to navigate away from tumblr and back to that blank word document…
chocolate: eat me, eat me, i dare you. do it in the most disgusting way possible, i.e. brucie, brucie from matilda right when enthusiasm for showing-up the trunch is at its peak.
practicality: get up! get up! wake up! awaken! write your essay! work!
plants: water us, please. immediately, please.
brain: zzzzzzz…
